Rosabel trudged downstairs and went into the dusty living room to start cleaning the filthy windows. She was used to getting yelled at and physically abused. Rosabel could hear the other children getting their food and although it was never enough to even be called a snack, she still badly yearned for it. Rosabel sighed and fell into a daydream about Michael. This time, she was watching him perform Heal The World from backstage and when Michael started the final chorus, she ran out on stage and Michael picked her up in his arms and held her tight in front of the screaming crowd.
"Rosabel!"
She jumped violently and turned around to see not one of the Matrons but her best friend Harvey. He was a black boy who had curly black hair and was the same age as her. "I heard Matron yelling at you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Rosabel said, pushing her long blonde hair out of her cornflower blue eyes.
"Well I brought you something."
Harvey took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and handed it to Rosabel. She unfolded it and found herself holding half a slice of bread with old butter smeared on it.
"Thanks Harvey!" Rosabel said tucking into it.
"Did you hear what Matron Isabelle annouced this morning?"
"No, what?"
"Michael Jackson might be coming soon!"
"Really?!" Rosabel shrieked, happiness flooding her whole body.
"Yes really." Harvely replied. " I have to go and do my chores now though. I'll come back later. Bye!"
Harvey left the room. Rosabel stopped cleaning the windows and sat down on the floor, lost in daydreams. If she really did get the chance to meet Michael Jackson then she wanted to show him what really went on in the orphanage. She was sure that the Matrons would try to cover everything up. They'd lie to Michael, they'd bribe the children to do what they wanted and they might even look for excuses to prevent some of the children from meeting him. One thing was for sure though: whatever happened, there was absolutely nothing that would keep her from meeting her idol. Rosabel would make sure of it.
"Rosabel!"
She jumped violently and turned around to see not one of the Matrons but her best friend Harvey. He was a black boy who had curly black hair and was the same age as her. "I heard Matron yelling at you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Rosabel said, pushing her long blonde hair out of her cornflower blue eyes.
"Well I brought you something."
Harvey took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and handed it to Rosabel. She unfolded it and found herself holding half a slice of bread with old butter smeared on it.
"Thanks Harvey!" Rosabel said tucking into it.
"Did you hear what Matron Isabelle annouced this morning?"
"No, what?"
"Michael Jackson might be coming soon!"
"Really?!" Rosabel shrieked, happiness flooding her whole body.
"Yes really." Harvely replied. " I have to go and do my chores now though. I'll come back later. Bye!"
Harvey left the room. Rosabel stopped cleaning the windows and sat down on the floor, lost in daydreams. If she really did get the chance to meet Michael Jackson then she wanted to show him what really went on in the orphanage. She was sure that the Matrons would try to cover everything up. They'd lie to Michael, they'd bribe the children to do what they wanted and they might even look for excuses to prevent some of the children from meeting him. One thing was for sure though: whatever happened, there was absolutely nothing that would keep her from meeting her idol. Rosabel would make sure of it.
You're dancing through the day
You're grabbing for the magic on the run
You're a whole new generation
You're lovin' what you do
Put a Pepsi in the motion
That choice is up to you
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Hey-hey
You're the Pepsi Generation
Guzzle down and
Taste the thrill of the day
And feel the Pepsi way
Taste the thrill of the day
And feel the Pepsi way
You're a whole new generation [x3]
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She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
And It cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Ooo
!THESE LYRICS ARE OMPLETELY CORRECT!
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside
And It cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Ooo
!THESE LYRICS ARE OMPLETELY CORRECT!